In the heat of the Nevada desert, the most elite military pilots
in the world are about to engage in some friendly competition. Only this year,
someone is changing all the rules...

RAF pilot Dexter Stone has been through his fair share of sticky
situations. After living through a crash in enemy territory where no one
expected him to walk away, the Red Flag training exercises should be a piece of
cake-assuming he can keep his mind on the mission and not on the smart mouth of
his gorgeous American competition.

As one of the few women in a sky full of hotshot flyboys, Maj.
Eleanor Daniels has worked day and night to earn a coveted spot at Red Flag.
And she's not about to let some cocky British bad boy distract her from
winning. But when the games take a deadly turn, he may be her only hope for
survival.

There
was little that would keep them warm tonight, except each other’s body heat.
Dex tried not to smile, reminding himself that they were stranded in the middle
of a desert with little water.

Water.
He bent to get the half bottle that was left. A small piece of rock jumped,
blowing a tiny amount of dust in the air. He was moving before his brain had
caught up with what he’d seen. He jumped at Eleanor, yanking her to the ground.
“Sniper!” he yelled, even though she was underneath him.

Another
sliver of rock exploded, close to his knee. “We’re pinned.” Adrenaline spiked
through his blood.

“We’ve
got company,” he said, moving his body fractionally so she could turn her head
to see the truck steaming across the flat base of the valley. Dust spat up
behind it like it was on fire.

“Can
you reach the backpack?” she asked.

Nope. Not without
being target practice.
“Sure. Wait a moment.” He slid off her and crawled, flat-out like a crab,
toward the bag. He hooked it in his elbow and made his way back. He knew he was
a wide open target. But there was no shot. No chipped off rocks, and no dust.

“The
sniper is not trying to kill us,” he said.

“Care
to test that theory?” she asked rooting around in the backpack.

“Not
really.”

“Okay,
I will.” Before he could say anything, she sat up bag between her legs and
looked at the truck coming toward them.

“Damn,
do you have a death-wish?” Now he just felt like a complete tool, lying down,
as if he were cowering from something she wasn’t scared of. He sat up and
joined her.

“He’s
pinning us down all right, but I think he’s just keeping us in place so that
these guys can get us.” She pulled a Maglite from the bag they had taken.

“And
that’s your weapon of choice?”

She
turned and smiled at him. “Only for the sniper.”

Then
he understood what she was doing. He pulled out his weapon and chambered a
round. “It’s going to be tricky.”

“What
have we got to lose?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“A
beautiful wedding in Gretna Green?” he asked.

“What’s
Gretna Green?” She took her weapon from her pocket and charged it.

“It’s
where we are will be eloping to. A town in Scotland where you can get married
without any ceremony, or registration. It’s like the Vegas of Europe.”

“What
makes you think I want to elope? What makes you think I don’t want a huge
dress, a huge cake, and eight attendants?”

“Well
I’m certainly up for a huge cake.” He shrugged. “Whatever gets you to the
altar.”

Her
mouth dropped open. “Wait a minute, you don’t think we getting out of this
alive, do you? You think we’re going to die here in the desert at the hands of
these…whoever is trying to kill us, and you’ll never have to marry me. We’ll be
dead, won’t we?”

“I’m
hurt by your cynicism. And yes, maybe you’re right, but it’s got to say
something that I’m at death’s door and the only woman I want to marry is you.”
He tried not to smile.

“I’m
the only woman here.” She reached over and shoved him.

A
rock exploded at their feet. “Shit. Now you’re just trying to get me killed, so
you don’t have to marry me.”

Emmy Curtis is an editor and a romance writer. An ex-pat Brit, she
quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She's lived
in London, Paris and New York, and has settled for the time being, in North
Carolina. When not writing, Emmy loves to travel with her military husband and
take long walks with their Lab. All things considered, her life is chock full
of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference...well, she
already considers you kin.

I'll never be able to hear, but music has always been a source of
comfort for me. Rather than listen to the rhythm, I can actually feel the beat
pulsing through me. It's pure bliss. So the moment I saw Thorin playing his
guitar, I was mesmerized. I'd never seen anything more beautiful . . . or
intimate. I couldn't tell where his body ended and the song began. He's
everything I need in my life . . . I'm falling fast, hard, and deep.

I want him more than anything. But while I live in silence, Thor
lives in secrets. He's holding something back-something that's keeping this
intensity, this longing from being real. And the silence may be too loud to
bear . . .

Marie Meyer is a teacher who spends her days in the classroom and
her nights writing heartfelt romances. She is a proud mommy and enjoys helping
her oldest daughter train for the Special Olympics, making up silly stories
with her youngest daughter, and bingeing on weeks of DVR'd television with her
husband.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

On
the eve of a solar eclipse, a couple forced into hiding discovers that they can
no longer run from their past in this taut psychological suspense novel.

In
the summer of 1999, Kit and Laura travel to a festival in Cornwall to see a
total eclipse of the sun. Kit is an eclipse chaser; Laura has never seen one
before. Young and in love, they are certain this will be the first of many
they’ll share.

But
in the hushed moments after the shadow passes, Laura interrupts a man and a
woman. She knows that she saw something terrible. The man denies it. It is her
word against his.

The
victim seems grateful. Months later, she turns up on their doorstep like a
lonely stray. But as her gratitude takes a twisted turn, Laura begins to
wonder—did she trust the wrong person?

15
years later, Kit and Laura are living under assumed names and completely off
the digital grid: no Facebook, only rudimentary cell phones, not in any
directories. But as the truth catches up to them, they realize they can no
longer keep the past in the past.

From
Erin Kelly, queen of the killer twist, He Said/She Said is a gripping tale of
the lies we tell to save ourselves, the truths we cannot admit, and how far we
will go to make others believe our side of the story.

He
Said/She Said has all the ingredients that are essential to
me for an astonishingly spectacular psychological suspense novel that is sure
to be one of my top reads for 2017. Filled with so many twists and turns and
filled with tension, it gave me no choice but to hang on for dear life as I traversed
the inner workings of this story. Not
only was it intriguing and suspenseful, there was a moment that took me
completely off guard and my jaw literally dropped from the sheer cleverness of
this author’s writing talent.

Highly addicting and absolutely riveting, this story
consumed my every waking moment – needing to know the truth….who to really believe. Erin Kelly is a remarkably good storyteller
and her talent shines through in this well-crafted novel. Guaranteed to keep you guessing throughout,
this is one novel that I would highly recommend to anyone who enjoys psychological
suspense stories. Check it out and let
me know #WhoDoYouBelieve?

5 stars

Erin
Kelly was born in London in 1976 and grew up in Essex. She read English at
Warwick University and has been working as a journalist since 1998.

She
has written for newspapers including the The Sunday Times, The Sunday
Telegraph, the Daily Mail and the Express and magazines including Red,
Psychologies, Marie Claire, Elle and Cosmopolitan.

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Carolyn
Brown's begins an all-new series of rugged cowboys.

“This
is an emotional star-crossed lovers tale with tangible depths and an attitude
that’s relatable to real life.” –RT Book
Reviews

Last
time Lila Harris was in Happy, Texas, she was actively earning her reputation
as the resident wild child. Now, a little older and wiser, she's back to run
her mother's café for the summer. Except something about this town has her
itching to get a little reckless and rowdy, especially when she sees her old
partner-in-crime, Brody Dawson. Their chemistry is just as hot as ever. But
he's still the town's golden boy-and she's still the wrong kind of girl.

Brody
hasn't had much time lately for anything other than ranching. Running the
biggest spread in the county and taking care of his family more than keeps him
busy. All that responsibility has him longing for the carefree days of high
school—and Lila. She may have grown up, but he still sees that spark of
mischief in her eyes. Now he's dreaming about late-night skinny dipping and
wondering how he can possibly resist the one woman he can never forget...

She
picked up her pace, but Brody matched his long strides with hers.

“Don’t
feel like you have to walk me my vehicle. I’m a big girl and I’ve been takin’
care of myself for years.”

“You’ve
always been able to take care of yourself, Lila, but I want to walk with you.”
His hand went to her lower back.

The
intense heat would probably leave an imprint on her back for days, but she
didn’t argue or shrug his hand away.

When
they reached her bright pink truck, he gave a low whistle. “Nice.”

She
found her keys and touched a button that started the engine. “I left the
motorcycle at home.”

“Oh,
really?” His expression said that he didn’t believe her.

“Yep,
I didn’t want to get to the bar and have helmet head.”

“Are
you serious?”

“Why
would you be so surprised? I am, after all, the resident wild child of Happy,
Texas. I’m surprised there’s not a picture of me beside the city limits sign
warning everyone to steer clear of that Lila Harris. If you rub shoulders with
her, you get an instant ticket to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect two
hundred dollars. Just get ready for the ride.”

“Motorcycles
are dangerous. You shouldn’t…”

She
laid a finger over his lips. “When we were back in high school, I stayed on
that bull for eight seconds and climbed to the top of the water tower. You
didn’t fuss at me about those things, but wait—you were right there too. Well,
darlin’, buy a Harley and we’ll terrorize Happy together.”

Brody
stepped closer, penning her against the truck door. She put both hands on his
chest with intentions of pushing him away, but she made the mistake of looking
up into his eyes. Lashes slowly closed to rest on his cheek bones and she
barely had time to moisten her lips before she was swept away by a scorching hot
kiss.

She
knew she should push him back, but instead her arms went around his neck and
she touched his bottom lip with her tongue. He groaned and opened his mouth,
deepening the kiss into fiery hot passion. She would have been there until
daylight, but he finally stepped back, picked up her hand and kissed her palm
twice.

“One
kiss for the Lila I remember, and the other for the woman that she’s become.
Both are very special.” Then Brody
turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Carolyn
Brown is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author and
RITA® Finalist who has sold more than 2.75 million books. She presently writes
both women's fiction and cowboy romance. She has also written historical single
title, historical series, contemporary single title, and contemporary series.
She lives in southern Oklahoma with her husband, a former English teacher, who
is not allowed to read her books until they are published. They have three
children and enough grandchildren to keep them young.

The
third book in New York Times
bestselling author Tessa Bailey's Romancing the Clarksons series about four
siblings on a cross-country road trip, perfect for fans of Gena Showalter and
Julie James!

This
time, she's calling the shots.

Peggy
Clarkson is returning to her alma mater with one goal in mind: confront Elliott
Brooks, the man who ruined her for all others, and remind him of what he's been
missing. Even after three years, seeing him again is like a punch in the gut,
but Peggy's determined to stick to her plan. Maybe then, once she has the upper
hand, she'll finally be able to move on.

In
the years since Peggy left Cincinnati, Elliott has kept his focus on football.
No distractions and no complications. But when Peggy walks back onto his
practice field and into his life, he knows she could unravel everything in his
carefully controlled world. Because the girl who was hard to forget is now a
woman impossible to resist.

“I don’t know, Peggy.” He whirled on her,
closing in until she was forced back onto the desk. “I had an All-American on
my squad this morning and now I don’t. That’s all I know.” He pointed a finger
toward the window. “I solve problems down on the field. Saving people isn’t my
job.”

Saving people. God, there was
such a wealth of regret and pain in those two words. But he couldn’t hear it
and she couldn’t address it. Letting him know she saw right through his façade
to the hurt beneath might force Elliott to close himself off. “You didn’t
always limit yourself. Why are you doing it now?”

“When it comes to certain things, Peggy,
trying leads to losing.” He was in her face now, the mint from his toothpaste
familiar and inviting where it slid over her lips. “And I don’t lose.”

No one ever stood up this man but her, and
she wouldn’t be cowed now. “No? You’re out a receiver.” She hitched herself up
on his desk. “I’d call that a loss.”

The tips of his shoes met Peggy’s, his
hands gripping the furniture on either side of her hips. “Who do you think you
are, little girl? Coming into my office and telling me what I’ve done wrong?”
His eyes were brilliant in their vexation, the attraction he was trying so hard
to fight. “Where do you get the goddamn bravery?”

“The bravery is what you liked best about
me,” she breathed, heat sizzling in a downward V toward her thighs. “Isn’t it?”

“No. That bravery is what almost led to my
downfall.” His hands found her bottom, jerking her to the edge of the desk. “I
resented it. Still do.”

“Liar,” Peggy whispered, easing her thighs
wider. “You’re dying for an excuse to head for another downfall.” When her legs
were as open as she could spread them, she leaned up to Elliott’s ear and let
her breath shake loose. “One thrust.”

Elliott’s right hand came up out of
nowhere, molding over Peggy’s mouth as his hips crowded into the notch of her
legs. With a quick maneuver to recline her halfway back, Elliott’s erection
found the apex of her thighs, delivering an aggressive pump against her
underwear that sent a scream climbing up Peggy’s throat, only to be trapped by
his hand. Knees jerking up out of reflex over the rush of sensation, an orgasm
almost—almost— broke past the surface, sending her waters rippling out on all
sides. Her legs wanted to hug Elliott’s waist, her voice wanted to beg for one
more, one more, one more, but he shook his head, denying her, even though his
gaze was hot, a low groan issuing from his harshly masculine mouth.

He
leaned in and nipped the lobe of her ear. “Next time, ask for two.”

Tessa
Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school
graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans, and laptop, and drove
cross-country to New York City in under four days. Her most valuable life
experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan
pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best
friend, and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through
Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at
the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist
followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.

She
now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband and daughter. Although she
is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of
writing about people falling in love.

"We all hold a beast inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed."

Something's not right about Rain Ryland's new hometown. On the surface, it's a friendly, tight-knit community, but something deadly lurks underneath the small-town charm. Everyone he meets is hiding something—especially Friederike Burkhart, the hottest girl he's ever laid eyes on. Rain's determined to find out her secret, even if it kills him...and it just might.

Ancient magic and modern society collide in a sexy, spellbinding romance perfect for fans of C. C. Hunter and Maggie Stiefvater that proves sometimes beauty is the beast…

Mary Lindsey is a multi award-winning, RITA® nominated author of romance for adults and teens. She lives on an island in the middle of a river. Seriously, she does. When not writing, she wrangles her rowdy pack of three teens, two Cairn Terriers, and one husband.

Inexplicably, her favorite animal is the giant anteater and at one point, she had over 200 "pet" Madagascar Hissing Cockroaches. The roaches are a long story involving three science-crazed kids and a soft spot for rescue animals. The good news is, the "pet" roaches found a home... somewhere else.